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“I hurt someone I…” I pause.
The room goes quiet. A chair creaks.
“Someone I love.”
Jett stiffens.
Yeah. Feel that, baby.
“I handled them wrong and I ran my stupid, stupid mouth and I made everything worse,” I continue, voice wobbling now. “But I meant what I said. Every gift, every note, every time I touched him, I meant it. And I’m sorry. I’d carve an apology in my own thigh if I thought it’d help.”
The room gasps. Someone whispers “Jesus Christ”.
But Jett doesn’t move.
And I don’t look at him.
Because if I do, I’ll fall apart right here in front of Dr. Dickblock and his rage minions.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Jett
Goddamn it.
Now I’m sitting here picturing her thighs. The way they locked around me. The way she looked at me like I was the whole world right before she burned it down.
“If that were true, he’d know it. And so would Benji,” I say. My jaw ticks. The whole room turns toward me.
Her, Randy, Dickblock. I don’t flinch. I never do.
And she just keeps going, like she’s not bleeding me out in real time. “Love is complicated. Sometimes it looks like court orders. Or motorcycle fucking. Or…”
“It always looks like ain’t gonna share,” I say, flat. Cold. But my voice doesn’t sound like me. It sounds like something breaking.
Benji would share though, wouldn’t he? Smiling, gentle beast of a man. Letting her go off to someone else like she’s not a fucking fire you’d kill to keep. What the hell is wrong with him?
“No, Jett,” she says, too soft. “It doesn’t always look like that. Sometimes…”
“It doesn’t share,” I snap. “Not for normal people.”
“Normal?” she laughs. Actually laughs. That wild little sound that drives me insane.
I want to shut her up with my mouth. Pin her to the goddamn wall and suck the breath out of her. Rip the laugh right off her tongue. Make her feel how far from normal this is.
“You can’t go in there,” Hartwell’s voice snaps from the hallway.
A deeper voice answers. “Warrant. Darling.”
Fuck.
Chad.
Every muscle in my body goes tight. This is because of me.
The door slams open.
Four uniforms sweep in, guns holstered but hands twitchy. One of them scans the room, eyes locking on her like he already knows she’s going to be a problem. Because of course she is.
